Solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short

well, I slept through the Slam thingy. I stayed up late to get stuff done and had a snack of a kind I no longer allow myself and slept like nobody’s business. It’s almost 7:45 and I’m just now getting up.

I convinced myself it would be a good thing to do. I had a freak out point at which I decided I would leave before creating grotesque discomfort and everything.

I won’t say, “Honest, gee whiz, I didn’t mean too, I swears.” or anything because even I don’t know all of what’s going on up there.